.........My eyes stared at the clock. It was five to nine. I heard a sound. It was the front door opening and closing. I was breathing in short sharp ...reaths through my nose. The door to the bedroom opened, I wriggled and struggled as the man approached me. He was about 50 years old and dressed in clothes that had seen better days. His grey hair was greasy and lank. His face had several days of unshaved growth. I tried to plead into the gag. He smiled and then said, ?Mei Ling said you were. ." and my sister smiles saying "if he was my bf you would have already go away .." and this black guy says "I had noticed you already from a while because you are very pretty .. I would like offer you a drink.. also if you do not want to dance with me ... ", then my sister says "well.. we can go to get something to drink in the back room because it's quieter ... " and he (enthusiastic) says " ok ok! " and I say "what I do? I come too?" and my sister says to me "Well, I'm going to get me. I couldn't really make out my expression, but imagined it would be pretty funny. After a few minutes I heard Winn's voice say, "Your pants are beginning to chafe my neck." A moment later the phone got bumped, fell to the floor, and bounced under the couch. I trimmed the rest of the video off—about a day's worth—and said, "Phone, can you clean up the video? Eliminate the shake, and see if you can un-distort the reflections into separate videos."My phone said, ‹Yes. It will take at least three. Once it became clear that the hot blonde's newfound attachment to me was neither a one-time aberration nor an episode of Punk'd, I found that practically everyone at the camp was looking at me in a new light, some of them wondering what mystical knowledge of the female psyche I possessed and hoping that I could share it with them. The point is: guys who used to make fun of my weight now held me as an equal, hence the nods and fist-bumps.Speaking of weight, I'd dropped another ten pounds, down.